Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.